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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Brick,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.