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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.