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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
UT,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.