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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
New Order,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.