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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.