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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.