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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Technova,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.