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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.