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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.