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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Swans,
Brick,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.