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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Faust,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.