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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.