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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.