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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
CMW,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.