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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.