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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Nico,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.