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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.