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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.