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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.