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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.