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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Ronan,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.