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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.