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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Japan,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.