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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.