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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.