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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.