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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Pylon,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.