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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.