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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.