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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.