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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.