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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.