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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.