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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
The Move,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Skaos,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.