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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Organ,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.