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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Index,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.