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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.