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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.