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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.