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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.