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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.