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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lalann to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.