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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.