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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Technova,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.