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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.