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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.