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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.