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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.