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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.