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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.