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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.