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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.