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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.