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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.