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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Roxette,
UT,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.