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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.