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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.