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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Scientists,
John Cale,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.