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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.