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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.