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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.