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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.