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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
EPMD,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.