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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
UT,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.