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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.