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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.