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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.