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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.