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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.