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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Martian,
DNA,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.