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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.