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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.