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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.