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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.