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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Brick,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.