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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.