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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.