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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.