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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.