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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.