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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.