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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.