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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.