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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.