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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.