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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.