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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.