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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.