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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.