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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.