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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Lyres,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.