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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.