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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Pole,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.