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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.