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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.