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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Television,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.