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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
The Cure,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.