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 Belize and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Residents,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.