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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.