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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.