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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.