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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
ABC,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.