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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.