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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.