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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.