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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.