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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.