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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.