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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.