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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.