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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.