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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.