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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Television,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.