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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Monolake,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.