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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.