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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.