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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.