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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
X-102,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.