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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Yaz,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.