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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.