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 Niger 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.