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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Mars,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.