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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.