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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.