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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.