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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.