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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.