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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Move,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.