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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.