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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.