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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.