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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.