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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Pole,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.