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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.