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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Toronto and Halifax.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.