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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.