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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.