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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
John Cale,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.