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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.