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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
DNA,
Scion,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.