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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.