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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Move,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.