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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.