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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.