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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.