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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.