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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Excepter,
New Order,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.