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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.