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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Nico,
Audionom,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.