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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Organ,
Faust,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.