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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.