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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Index,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.