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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.