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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Skriet,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.