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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.