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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.