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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.