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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.