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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.