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 Jamaica 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Rakim,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.