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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
JFA,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Magma,
the Human League,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.