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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.