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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.