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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.