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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.