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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.