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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.