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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
MC5,
Television,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.