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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.