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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.