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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.