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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.