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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.