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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
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.