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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.