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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
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.