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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.