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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.