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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.