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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Can,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.