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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.