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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.