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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.