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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.