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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Pylon,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Oblivians,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.