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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.