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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.