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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.