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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.