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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.