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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.