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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.