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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.