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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.