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 Guyana 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Faust,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.