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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.