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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Can,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.