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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.