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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.