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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.