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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.