Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.