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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.