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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.