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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.