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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.