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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.