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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Television,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.