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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.