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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.