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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.