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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Mars,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.