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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.