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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.