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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.