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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.