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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.