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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.