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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
CMW,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.