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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.