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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.