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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Hoover,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.