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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.