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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.