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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.