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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 David McCallum 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.