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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.