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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.