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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.