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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.