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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.