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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.