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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.