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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Index,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.