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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
AZ,
the Association,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.