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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.