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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
10cc,
X-102,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.