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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.