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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.