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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.