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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.