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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.