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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.