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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.