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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.