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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.