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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.