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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.