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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.