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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.