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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.