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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.