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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.