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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.