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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.