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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Technova,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.