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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.