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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.