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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.