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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.