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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.