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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.