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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.