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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.