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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.