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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.