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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.