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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Swans,
The Move,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.