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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.