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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.