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 United States 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.