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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.