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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.