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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
UT,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.