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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.