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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.