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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.