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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.