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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.