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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
World's Most,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.