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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.