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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Lalann,
X-101,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.