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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Visage to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.