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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.