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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.