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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.