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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.