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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.