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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Television,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.