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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.