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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Television,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.