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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Suicide,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.