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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.