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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.