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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.