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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.