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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Slave,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.