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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.