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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.