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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.