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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.