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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.