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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.