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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.