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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.