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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Fear,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.