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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.