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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.