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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.