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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Simply Red 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.