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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.