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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.