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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.