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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.