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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Japan,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.