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 Botswana 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.