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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Wake,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.