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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.