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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.