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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.