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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.