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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.