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 Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Deakin,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.