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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.