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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.