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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
UT,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.