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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.