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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.