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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.