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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Names,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.