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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.