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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.