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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.