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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
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.