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 Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.