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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.