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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Wings,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.