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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.