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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.