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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Faraquet 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.