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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slackers,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.