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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.