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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.