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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.