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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.