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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.