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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.