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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.