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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.