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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.