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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.