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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.