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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
UT,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.