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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cure to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.