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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.