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 Syria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.