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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Darondo,
Scion,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.