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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.