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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 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 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.