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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.