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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.