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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.