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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.