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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.