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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.