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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.