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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.