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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.