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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Monks,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.