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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Oneida,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.