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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
X-101,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.