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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.