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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.