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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Monks 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.