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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.