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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.