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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.