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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.