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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.