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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.