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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.