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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.