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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.