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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.