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 India 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.