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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Q65,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.