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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Television,
Unwound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.