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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.