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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
ABC,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.