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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.