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 Mauritius 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.