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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.