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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
June Days,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.