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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
the Association,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.