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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.