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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.