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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.