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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.