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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.