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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.