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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
This Heat,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.