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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.