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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.