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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.