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 Australia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.