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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.