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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.