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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.