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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.