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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.