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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.