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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.