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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Visage,
The Evens,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.