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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Inner City,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.