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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.