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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.