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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.