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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.