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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.