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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.