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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.