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 Qatar and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.