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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.