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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.