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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.