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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.