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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.