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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Fear,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.