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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Index,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.