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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.