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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.