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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.