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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.