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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.