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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.