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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.