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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.