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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
MDC,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.