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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.