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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.