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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.