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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.