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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.