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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.