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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.