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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
AZ,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.