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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Niagra,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.