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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.