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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.