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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.