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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.