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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.