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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.