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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.