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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.