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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.