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 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.