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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.