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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.