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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.