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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Television,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.