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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
This Heat,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.