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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.