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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.