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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.