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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.