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 Spain 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.