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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Audionom,
Swans,
Scion,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.