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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Brick,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.