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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.