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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.