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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.