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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
MDC,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.