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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Index,
Quantec,
Darondo,
10cc,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.