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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.