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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.