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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
cv313,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.