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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Can,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.