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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.