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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.