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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.