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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.