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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
CMW,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.