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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Japan to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.