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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.