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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.