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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.