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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.