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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.