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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.