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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.