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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.