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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Pole,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.