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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.