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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.