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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.