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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Nico,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.