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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.