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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.