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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.