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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Pole,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Index,
CMW,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.