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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.