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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.