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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.