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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.