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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.