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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.