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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.