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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Japan,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.