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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.