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 Sudan and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.