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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Index,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.